The realization surges through me. We are going to die here tonight. Adena takes in the scene with a sense of eerie calm. The same thoughts must have occurred to her too, just as they must have occurred to every single one of us. But she doesn’t show it on her face. Beside her, Jeran—the same boy who had just been blushing earlier about his cooking—has already pulled on his black mask. I pull on mine too. Beside me, Red shifts closer—and for an instant, I think he’s going to attack me with his chains. But he doesn’t make a move. Instead, his stance is turned in the direction of the
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